Date: Thu, 11 Feb 1999 11:54:24 PST
From: Richard UK
Subject: Hotel Cock Feast 2
This is a work of fiction for adults over the age of 18 only.
Hotel Cock Feast, part two.
I knocked nervously on the door, wondering how I would be received. I
heard footsteps hurrying to the door and he opened it with a big smile. "I
knew you'd come" he said. At that moment it occurred to me that not going
could never have been an option I could have lived with. He placed his
hand on my shoulder and ushered me in, pausing to close the door behind
him. I turned to face him. "Gregg" he said offering his outstretched
hand. "Richard" I replied, grasping his strong tanned hand firmly and
shaking it warmly. "Wanna beer?" Gregg asked, "yeah, lager if you've got
it", whereupon he headed to the mini bar and extracted two cold bottles of
ice - brewed lager. "Always bring some supplies with me" he said, removing
the bottle tops. "Have a seat". I made myself comfortable on the two
seater couch and he walked towards me, beer outstretched in his hand.
"Cheers" I said taking the lager from him and drinking a large mouthful
from the bottle as he flopped down to my left. A wave of air was generated
as he crashed beside me and I relished the smell of a quite exquisite, but
unknown cologne. I looked at him briefly as he made himself comfortable.
His lightly tanned, smooth face radiated with cleanliness and the mop of
hair on his head had that carefree but simultaneously well groomed look
about it which few can pull off. He was wearing a long sleeve, stone
coloured shirt with a button down collar, jeans and casual shoes. The first
couple of buttons on the shirt were open and I stole a quick glance at what
appeared to be his hairless chest. I was intrigued because, amid my panic
in the shower, I had noticed so little about his body other than the
stirring erection straining in his shorts. My heart began racing faster as
I remembered the moment and the closeness of him right now. Slow down I
thought to myself as I engaged him in some small talk.
The small talk was useful though. I found out he too was here on a
residential course with his company. A few colleagues were staying in the
hotel although he didn't work with any of them since they had come from
various parts of the country. He was 21 years old and I felt pleased at
the accuracy of my earlier guesswork. I answered similar questions before
asking him why he had asked me here. "You know the reason" he said, "I
like horny guys and I reckon you do too - yes?". "Yeah, but why me - I'm 37
for Christ's sake". "Hey you look fine to me and you sure jacked off like
a 21 year old this afternoon. That's gotta be good". My heart raced
again, partly in anticipation of what I was actively guessing would come
and with a degree of pride that this good looking guy was so keen to get
into my pants.
"Another beer?" Gregg asked getting to his feet. "Sure" I said, admiring
his cute ass as he walked over to the mini bar again. When he sat down
this time his arm went around my shoulders and gently stroked the base of
my neck. His touch was so light but it gave me an electric feeling down my
back and a warm glow in my chest. I placed my beer on a table and turned
to face him just as his face moved in on mine, his hot mouth heading for
mine. The first kiss was not forceful but it was passionate, his tongue
wasting no time in probing the deepest recesses of my mouth to which I
gladly reciprocated. Our tongues disentangled and we pulled back from each
other for a moment, both resting our necks on the top of the sofa and
looking each other full in the face, smiling. "You are so fuckin gorgeous
you know" I said, stroking the side of Gregg's face. "I can't believe I've
known you no more than a few minutes and I just wanna fuck your brains
out". "Well that is why we're here" he replied as he again reached around
my neck, pulled me hard into his face and fucked my mouth with his expert
tongue.
My fingers probed between the buttons of his shirt, exploring tiny areas of
his smooth, hard pecs and stomach. My middle finger found his left nipple
and stroked it longingly while the rest of my hand gripped the firm pec
muscles of his chest. My left hand moved around his slim, firm waist and I
allowed a couple of fingers to slip beneath the waistband of his trousers
so that I was gently stroking the top of his ass through his underwear -
silk boxers I reckoned. My thick cock had quickly reached its full six
inches and now throbbed uncontrollably in my tight sports briefs. Our
mouths remained locked in a deep, wet, writhing kiss, Gregg's left hand
still in control of my head while his right now started to lift up my
sweatshirt to get at my chest. The palm of his hand rubbed firmly across
my hair covered skin, roaming occasionally to take in the soft hair of my
stomach and to squeeze my swollen nipples. He pulled away to look at me
beneath my sweatshirt. "I love that chest" he said. "I've got a real
thing for hair, especially where it runs into a thick mound of hot cock
hair like yours". His mouth probed beneath the material and found my
nipples, licking them slow and hard, teasing them to greater heights of
hardness. I responded by rubbing the top of his crack through his briefs
and he pushed his ass back hard to meet my touch. The material between my
fingers and the crack of his ass was already damp with sweat and I knew
when I found his hole it would be gloriously hot and damp.
"I've gotta have you naked" I said, pulling myself free and onto my feet.
I grabbed his hand, pulled him to his feet and began undoing the buttons of
his shirt, each one revealing a little more of this stud's broad, smooth
pecs and firm stomach. I pulled the shirt free of his belt, taking in my
first glimpse of Gregg's bulging trousers. I just knew from the prominence
of his erection that he was every bit as hard as me and a lot bigger than
he had been in the shower earlier that afternoon. I slid the shirt from
his shoulders and took in the sight before me - fuck was he gorgeous. His
smooth, tanned, hairless chest was just perfect, about 42" and not
overdeveloped. His light tan was broken only by the darker circles of his
still firm nipples and I leaned forward to lick them gently whilst stroking
his hard stomach. I was just inches from his thick cockmeat but I knew I
wanted to delay the moment. I needed to feel his naked body wrapped around
my own, maximum skin on skin, before I got to grips with his tool. My
tongue continued to play over his nipples and I sensed him rubbing his
engorged prick through the front of his trousers. "Oh no" I said removing
his hand and pulling away to remove my sweatshirt. I stood behind him and
pressed my hardness into his ass. I moved by hips so that my thick cock
alternately ground into his ass cheeks, crack or the hard small of his
back. Even separated by 4 layers of material it felt hot. My hands
reached round to stroke Gregg's chest and abs as we continued our simulated
ass fucking and Gregg told me how good it felt to feel my chest hair
against his back. It seemed as though we did this for hours, it seemed so
natural and comfortable but my fingers on his stomach were becoming eager
to remover the clothing beneath and I moved him over to the bed.
Gregg and I lay beside each other and kissed gently. My hands reached for
his belt, unfastened it and moved to his flies. Buttons. My favourite. I
was wearing them too and could get off on the feel of undoing my own in
readiness for a wank, never mind other guys' buttons. They proved hard to
undo because the shaft of Gregg's hard prick lay immediately beneath. When
the final button was undone I pulled the flies apart to reveal Gregg's
shiny blue nylon briefs, not the silky boxers I had imagined earlier. They
clung to his thick rod, the head of which was barely contained inside. As
I rubbed his length through the material his cock rose to meet my touch and
I noticed a large dark patch of precum had oozed from his cockhead near the
waistband of his briefs.
It was Gregg who now reached over to unfasten my jeans, pausing to rub my
hard dick through the thick blue material and to explore the wet patch that
had made it to the surface. I knew my cock was oozing a fair wad of precum
because I could feel the wetness on my lower stomach but until Gregg probed
the wetness in my jeans I wasn't aware just how lubed up I was getting. He
purposefully moved his damp finger from my crotch into his mouth before
resuming work on my belt and buttons. He too struggled to undo these, my
pulsating rod conspiring to keep him out but eventually he gained access to
my sodden underwear and gripped my cockmeat through the material. I
couldn't take any more and reached inside his hot shiny briefs to pull his
cock clear and begin jacking him off. He followed suit, pulling my wet
cock from the white cotton briefs to begin his handiwork. My foreskin
glided effortlessly up and down my shiny wet helmet as more precum oozed
from my slit to lubricate the moving skin. Within a couple of strokes on
Gregg's cock a stream of hot lube was flowing from the slit in the large,
swollen mushroom head, down his veined shaft and onto my fingers. Both
cocks made delicious wet sounds as we pumped away at each other. We just
lay on our backs, remarkably synchronised and jacked each other off. It
only took a couple of minutes before each of us began thrusting towards
powerful ejaculations. On my left I noticed Greggs left hand was also
stroking his balls, sight of which had so far eluded me. One thing was for
sure, when I did see them they were going to be a load lighter than they
were right now. My right hand reached for my soft ball sac, stroking the
downy hair and the low hung heavy balls within and the touch ensured I was
only seconds away from shooting my first thick creamy wad of the night.
"Fuck Gregg, here it comes. Keep pumping my cock" I begged. As I did his
hips bucked violently into the air where they remained as my hand wanked a
stream of hot ball cream from deep within his bollocks. I sensed it splash
over his upper chest and felt a warm, wet jet land on my forearm. As the
power behind his wad subsided and the remains of his jizz ran down my hand
I released the first of my load over my stomach. As Gregg's cum subsided
and he sensed me shoot, his hand pulled harder on my shooting prick,
pulling it towards Gregg ensuring that the next jet that shot from the
engorged purple mushroom head of my cock landed on his hip. I was fuckin
pleased to see my jizz splash on his skin and to see the rest of my load
flow down his expert fingers into my hairy mound.
"Fuck that was great" I said, breathing heavily. I looked at Gregg who
smiled back as his fingers played in the creamy jizz I had splashed on his
hip moments earlier. He scooped the slippery liquid onto his finger tips
and placed this in the pool of cum he had shot onto his chest, carefully
mixing the two loads together before raising two creamed up fingers to his
lips. He slowly and purposefully sucked the cum from his middle finger
before offering the juice on his index finger upto my lips. It tasted
fucking incredible and I instinctively lowered my face to eagerly lick his
chest clean of the remaining cum cocktail.
I stood up beside the bed and removed my jeans and the wet briefs from
which Gregg had pulled my cock clear earlier. I stood before him, bollock
naked, my cock still fully erect. I grabbed at the legs of his trousers
and pulled them down his young tanned thighs. Then I reached for the precum
soaked nylon from which I too had yanked his young cockmeat earlier - now
cupping his blond haired heavy ball sac. "No. Leave them on" he said and
I looked up at his face with a horny smile. I kneeled on the bed beside
his waist and pulled the wet translucid briefs back up around the stiff rod
lying on his belly and cum soaked blond mound. I admired the thick shape
which now bulged through the clinging material. The colour of his pale
cock was distinguishable and his pubes showed through the wet nylon sheath
almost as if it wasn't there. His foreskin was still back and his swollen
purple helmet became more prominent as his cock twitched with pleasure
against the silky, slippery material. I stroked his mushroom head gently
with my fingertips and he moaned in ecstasy, raising his hips and arching
his back as though ready to cum. After a few moments I needed to feel more
so I gently held his helmet between my fingers, just below his rolled back
skin and began wanking him off again slowly, my fingers purposefully
avoiding the rest of his long shaft. "Oh yeah Rich that's so good. You're
such a fuckin good wanker. Your hands feel so good around my hard cock".
His encouragement got me hot and I figured that if my hands felt good
around his nylon clad cockhead, my hot wet mouth would be even better. I
looked at him and saw his eyes were closed. Seamlessly my lips replaced my
fingers around his helmet and again he responded, raising his hips. "Oh
fuck yeah. Suck me Rich, suck me and don't stop till I unload my wad in
your mouth". My right hand supported the base of his thick prick as I
started to take in more of his seven inches of thick young meat whilst my
left hand reached up to stroke and tweak his gorgeous nipples. Where his
briefs were only damp in some places before, now they were real wet from my
mouth and I could sense how the material clung more tightly to his dick, my
eager tongue and lips passing over every nylon covered vein in his young
cockmeat. The taste of his cock, in particular the salty cum which
remained from our wanking session permeated the wet nylon. It subsided
from time to time but came back as my mouth took in new parts of his
creamed up shaft. I thought his tented briefs would make taking his entire
length into my mouth difficult but they didn't and soon the hot musk from
his hairy blond mound filled my nostrils and his wet pubes were caressing
my face. I started to get into a good rhythm now, fucking Gregg's thick
young cockmeat with my mouth and enjoying the twists he began to make as
his hips began to grind gently into my face. My tongue lapped his long
shaft with every upward stroke and occasional sucks on his mushroom head
were rewarded with further leaks of precum from his slit through the nylon
strainer of his underwear. The feel of his strong hand on the back of his
head as his thrusts became more pronounced turned me on. I desperately
wanted to give my boning hard on some attention but at the same time wanted
to satisfy my new young stud even more. I gave his nipples one last,
affectionate squeeze, stroked his pecs and hard, sticky stomach then
gripped his shaft with my left hand, freeing up my right to work on his
balls. They were big and heavy and I knew released from his briefs they'd
be low hung and delightful to hold in the palm of my hand. The material
beneath his balls was wet with the mixture of saliva, cum and precum which
had run down his rock hard cock to his balls and beyond. The soft blond
hair covering his sac was visible through the wet material as were the soft
folds of his skin and the outline of his weighty bollocks. I caressed his
hot nuts and scratched this scrot gently through his briefs. "Ohh fuck
yeah" he said as my fingers moved further down into his wet, wet crack,
probing for his hot hole. He lifted his feet up onto the bed so he could
get some leverage, lift his hips slightly and give me access to his ass. I
still hadn't seen his ass properly but from what I could see of his cheeks
now they were firm and powerful. A vision of him fucking me from behind,
his muscular ass muscles flexing with every thrust passed through my mind
as my middle finger played over his nylon covered hole, sliding up and down
his crack, over and around his rim before finally applying pressure and
gaining entry into his hot tunnel. My finger lay motionless for a few
moments, just a couple of inches inside his ass. Then I pushed forward -
his hole easily accommodating the full length of my finger before I
inserted my index finger too. I could feel the walls of his ass stretch to
take my second finger. His hot ass surrounding my fingers felt fucking
good and I sensed precum oozing from my cockhead as my hard dick twitched
with the sheer fucking sexiness of what was happening. Within seconds of
starting to finger fuck his ass he was bucking real hard. "Fuck, fuck,
fuck" he shouted and I knew he was about to cum. His hand pressed my head
even harder as the mushroom head of his young cock fucked the back of my
throat. As he had done before he suddenly arched his back and thrust his
hips forward. His thrusting stopped as I felt the material in my mouth
swell and the first of his creamy cum filter through the slippery nylon
into my eager hot mouth. I continued to move up and down his pulsing young
cockmeat to ensure that, though his thrusts had stopped, I could milk every
drop of his his jizz from those sweet, heavy balls. His swollen bell end
felt so good in my mouth as my tongue and lips played over it, savouring
the silky smoothness of it, made even softer by the wet nylon and the
slippery cream that he continued to pump from his balls. Even through the
material barrier between us I could sense the power of his ejaculation - I
knew if it were not for his briefs his seed would simply have shot down the
back of my throat. I was grateful for the opportunity to savour the taste
of his cream. As the pumping sensation in his cock subsided I released his
shaft from my mouth momentarily to pull the sodden briefs half way down his
thighs, before taking him in my mouth again to clean him up with my eager
mouth and tongue. He bucked violently as my tongue made its first contact
with his ultra sensitive, naked helmet and only when his shaft was
completely clear of his cock cream and my probing tongue could taste no
more within his slit did I release his now semi hard dick from my mouth.
We were both exhausted. I lay on the bed beside him and smeared the precum
dripping from my knob over the mushroom head and down my shaft. Then there
was a knock at the door.
To be continued...
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